Post by BRENDEN WESLEY on May 4, 2013 17:29:59 GMT -5
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" I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will."[/center]
WELL HELLO THERE! I'M ZAYFARE AND I'M CURRENTLY NINETEEN! I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR A LONG TIME NOW AND YOU CAN CHECK OUT MY ROLEPLAY SAMPLE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE. AS YOU CAN SEE, I'M CURRENTLY USING DAVID TENNANT AS THE FACE OF MY CHARACTER! LAST BUT NOT LEAST, MY OTHER CHARACTERS ARE SCOTT MATTHEW CLAYTON, TROY MARLON CROSS, AND GEORGIANA HAWKINS!
the basics
character name : Brenden Wesley
nickname(s) : Ben, Dan, Ren, Renny, Lee
age : Twenty Seven
date of birth : January 11th, 1986
member group: Local
sexual orientation : Uncertain
occupation : High School Teacher (English)
the appearance
appearance : He stands at around 6’1”. He is rather lanky and has pale skin. He has messy brown hair with sideburns and brown eyes. He is usually clean-shaven, but he does not always take care of his appearance. He speaks with a somewhat thick British accent. He is a handsome but disheveled-looking man. He mostly wears baggy or worn clothing, but he does wear a blue suit and blue overcoat with a tie when he needs to dress up.
play by ; David Tennant[/FONT]
the personality
likes :
dislikes :
strengths :
weaknesses :
personality : Brenden is a friendly but shy individual. He often likes quiet and calm environments so that he can think clearly. He tends to easily get startled by loud noises and is rather clumsy. He is very intelligent, but he sometimes has a difficult time conveying this to others. He is very creative and loves to write. He is forgetful, and so he needs sticky notes everywhere to remind him of what he needs to do (even if it’s to tell him what he should do in the morning). He is not very hygienic, but as long as he has his sticky notes around he is able to brush his teeth and take showers. He is pretty socially awkward, but he tries to not let this get the best of him. He loves to teach, and strives through the difficulties of teaching a high school English class. He loves pretty much anything British, though he is slowly starting to like more and more American things (that weren’t over in England when he used to live there). He is pretty calm and patient, and is willing to wait in order for something to happen. He wants to be as independent as he can, but sometimes he still needs help with some things and needs to be monitored just in case he accidentally hurts himself.
the family life
partner : N/A
children : N/A
mother : Dorothy Wesley (formerly Philips), 64, teacher
father : Neville Wesley, 54, teacher
siblings : N/A
other significant relatives : grandmother: Jen Wesley, 89, teacher (retired)
history : Brenden was born on January 11th, 1986 in Liverpool to Dorothy and Neville Wesley. The two had met when Neville started to teach at the same school Dorothy taught at, and a year later got married. Two years later they had Brenden, and were told that he would develop differently than most other children.
From an early age Brenden was diagnosed with autism, and the parents made sure to accommodate the environment for their child. At the beginning he was a handful due to being lost in his own world and not showing much affection towards his parents. When he started to go to school he had to go through several special ed classes in order to start being able to function more properly. Thankfully the classes helped, and he excelled in school (though he still needed help from the other teachers and adults). His parents were supportive of him the whole entire time, but he still faced difficulties such as hygiene and bullies. Eventually in high school he was able to function more independently, and started to gear towards his dream of becoming an English teacher like his mother. After he graduated he went to The University of Oxford due to his outstanding grades and test scores, and eventually got a degree in teaching. He taught at a high school in London for two years, but then decided to move to America to be independent of his family and try to be on his own (he also wished to be in a quieter place than the bustling capital of London). One of his mother’s friends was a teacher at the school in Hope Harbor, Maine, and said it was a good place to be. So, Brenden packed his bags, said goodbye to his parents, and headed off to Maine.
He currently works as a high school English teacher in Hope Harbor, and can be seen often walking around the town. He was shy when he first moved there, but has since made friends that he converses freely with. He still has some difficulties functioning on his own and so has an assistant teacher help him in the classroom. He often calls his parents back in England and sometimes gets homesick. He hasn’t gone back to visit them yet, but yearns to someday go back and show that he can be on his own without anyone’s help.
the sample post
" I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will."[/center]
WELL HELLO THERE! I'M ZAYFARE AND I'M CURRENTLY NINETEEN! I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR A LONG TIME NOW AND YOU CAN CHECK OUT MY ROLEPLAY SAMPLE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE. AS YOU CAN SEE, I'M CURRENTLY USING DAVID TENNANT AS THE FACE OF MY CHARACTER! LAST BUT NOT LEAST, MY OTHER CHARACTERS ARE SCOTT MATTHEW CLAYTON, TROY MARLON CROSS, AND GEORGIANA HAWKINS!
the basics
character name : Brenden Wesley
nickname(s) : Ben, Dan, Ren, Renny, Lee
age : Twenty Seven
date of birth : January 11th, 1986
member group: Local
sexual orientation : Uncertain
occupation : High School Teacher (English)
the appearance
appearance : He stands at around 6’1”. He is rather lanky and has pale skin. He has messy brown hair with sideburns and brown eyes. He is usually clean-shaven, but he does not always take care of his appearance. He speaks with a somewhat thick British accent. He is a handsome but disheveled-looking man. He mostly wears baggy or worn clothing, but he does wear a blue suit and blue overcoat with a tie when he needs to dress up.
play by ; David Tennant[/FONT]
the personality
likes :
Cats (especially his stuffed animal named John)
Books
Poetry
Friendly people
Essays
Writing
Coffee
Tea
Yorkshire pudding
Rain
Quiet
Teaching
TV (mostly British TV shows and news)
Classical music
Humming to himself
dislikes :
Loud noises
Chaos
Being insulted
Being startled
Soda
Being forced to do something
Something happening to his friends and stuffed animal companion
Broccoli
Being told he can’t do something due to his mental handicaps
strengths :
Intelligent
Kind
Creative
Calm
Patient
Dedicated
weaknesses :
Not always able to convey emotions or thoughts well
Socially awkward
Shy
Sensitive
Not very hygienic
Forgetful (needs sticky notes everywhere to remind himself of things he needs to do or where things are)
OCD issues concerning organization, labels, and item placement
Clumsy
Easily startled
Autistic
personality : Brenden is a friendly but shy individual. He often likes quiet and calm environments so that he can think clearly. He tends to easily get startled by loud noises and is rather clumsy. He is very intelligent, but he sometimes has a difficult time conveying this to others. He is very creative and loves to write. He is forgetful, and so he needs sticky notes everywhere to remind him of what he needs to do (even if it’s to tell him what he should do in the morning). He is not very hygienic, but as long as he has his sticky notes around he is able to brush his teeth and take showers. He is pretty socially awkward, but he tries to not let this get the best of him. He loves to teach, and strives through the difficulties of teaching a high school English class. He loves pretty much anything British, though he is slowly starting to like more and more American things (that weren’t over in England when he used to live there). He is pretty calm and patient, and is willing to wait in order for something to happen. He wants to be as independent as he can, but sometimes he still needs help with some things and needs to be monitored just in case he accidentally hurts himself.
the family life
partner : N/A
children : N/A
mother : Dorothy Wesley (formerly Philips), 64, teacher
father : Neville Wesley, 54, teacher
siblings : N/A
other significant relatives : grandmother: Jen Wesley, 89, teacher (retired)
history : Brenden was born on January 11th, 1986 in Liverpool to Dorothy and Neville Wesley. The two had met when Neville started to teach at the same school Dorothy taught at, and a year later got married. Two years later they had Brenden, and were told that he would develop differently than most other children.
From an early age Brenden was diagnosed with autism, and the parents made sure to accommodate the environment for their child. At the beginning he was a handful due to being lost in his own world and not showing much affection towards his parents. When he started to go to school he had to go through several special ed classes in order to start being able to function more properly. Thankfully the classes helped, and he excelled in school (though he still needed help from the other teachers and adults). His parents were supportive of him the whole entire time, but he still faced difficulties such as hygiene and bullies. Eventually in high school he was able to function more independently, and started to gear towards his dream of becoming an English teacher like his mother. After he graduated he went to The University of Oxford due to his outstanding grades and test scores, and eventually got a degree in teaching. He taught at a high school in London for two years, but then decided to move to America to be independent of his family and try to be on his own (he also wished to be in a quieter place than the bustling capital of London). One of his mother’s friends was a teacher at the school in Hope Harbor, Maine, and said it was a good place to be. So, Brenden packed his bags, said goodbye to his parents, and headed off to Maine.
He currently works as a high school English teacher in Hope Harbor, and can be seen often walking around the town. He was shy when he first moved there, but has since made friends that he converses freely with. He still has some difficulties functioning on his own and so has an assistant teacher help him in the classroom. He often calls his parents back in England and sometimes gets homesick. He hasn’t gone back to visit them yet, but yearns to someday go back and show that he can be on his own without anyone’s help.
the sample post
Brenden yawned as he sat up in his bed and stretched his arms. It was the weekend, and so did not have to get up very early in the morning. Yes, he had quite a few papers to grade, but he always did that later towards the night while he watched his favorite British shows. He looked up at the ceiling, and peered at the sticky notes that he had managed to tape up there recently (since they often kept falling down and waking him up in the middle of the night by themselves). Oh, right. Shower.
He hopped out of his bed, and sleepily rubbed his eyes with his long pajama sleeve. He walked over towards the closet, and peered at the sticky note on the door. Oops. He had moved the towels into the bathroom, since he had often forgot to grab a towel when they were in the closet. He opened the closet anyways since he needed to grab some clothes. He looked over the hanging clothes, and took out a pair of worn jeans and a baggy sweatshirt. He started to walk towards the bathroom when he paused and looked at his wardrobe next to the door. He peered at the mirror at his own reflection, and saw another note. Oh. Underwear and socks. He opened a drawer and grabbed a pair of underwear and a pair of socks. He wasn’t always forgetful of what to wear, but there were some days he accidentally walked out without wearing socks, shoes, and/or underwear.
Finally grabbing everything he thought he needed, he started to walk towards the bathroom. He got to the door, and peered at the note. He nodded. Today he remembered he needed to brush his teeth after he got dressed. He opened the door and walked in.
After he was done with his shower (after glancing at a note to see if he had washed all the parts he needed to wash), he went over to the sink and brushed his teeth. He then walked out and went to the kitchen. He grabbed a kettle, poured some water into it, and started to boil it while he went searching for something to eat. He saw a sticky note on the refrigerator door. Grocery shopping was tomorrow, so he probably did not have much left to eat. He didn’t often get enough food to last him more than a week since he would have most likely forgotten about the food (he had occurrences where he had to throw away rotting food due to his forgetfulness). He opened the door anyways and peered inside. Ah, an apple. That would suffice. He grabbed it, and happily walked back over to the kettle since it started to screech. He placed the apple next to the stove. He took it off the stove and set it aside. He then peered at a cabinet nearby to see where he had left the tea bags, but then he remembered. The top right one; he remembered since he had to each a little to open the cabinet despite his somewhat tall height. He grabbed the tea bag box, and peered at it. Ah, yes, apple. That would do. He grabbed a bag, and put the box back (something he sometimes forgets to do and then he panics since he can’t find where he had put the box). He walked to another cabinet, grabbed a mug, and then went back to the kettle. He took the kettle and poured the boiling water into the mug. He then placed the bag into the mug, put the kettle onto the cool side of the stove, and reached for the apple. He then walked to the small table in the same room, and sat down. He placed the mug down, and took a bite out of his apple. He went to grab his mug when he saw another note. It only said a name. John.
“Blimey! John!” He exclaimed, and he placed the apple down. He stood up, and rushed back to his bedroom. He looked around, and then peered at the bed. The bed was pretty big, and so Brenden only slept on one side. Resting peacefully on the other side’s pillows was a small brown stuffed animal. It looked like a cat with blue button eyes. There was a few patches on its body, showing it needed to be fixed many times. He smiled, walked over, and gently picked the stuffed animal. “There you are, John. I nearly started to eat breakfast without you.” Holding the cat in his arms, he walked back to the kitchen. He placed the stuffed animal on the table and leaning against a pulled in chair. He patted the cat on the head, and walked back to his seat. He sat down, grabbed his mug, and tookma sip from it. He smiled, and gestured with the mug to the stuffed animal, “I chose apple today. I’m also eating one, so they match.” His accent was showing through, but he did not care. He continued to speak to the stuffed animal, “There’s no lessons today, so perhaps you and I could go and bumble about the park? It’s such a lovely day today.” He nodded at the cat. “Then, maybe we can go grab some coffee or cuppa at the Eagle Point? We can settle the day by grading papers and watching Auntie Beeb. Doesn’t that sound splendid?” He smiled at the cat, and nodded. “We’ll head out once I finish this nosh.” He continued to eat while conversing with the stuffed animal. He sometimes spoke awkwardly, and it did not help that some Americans had no clue what he was talking about since he used British terms for things (since he was, well, British). However, the stuffed animal did not judge him, and Brenden was happy about that.
After he finished the tea and apple he put the tea bag and apple into the trash while putting the mug into the sink (after reading a note; he sometimes threw the trash into the sink and put the dishes into the trash). He gently picked up the cat, and held it in his arms. He walked towards the front door, and stopped. He peered at a piece of paper taped next to the door, and mentally went over what he had done to get ready in the morning. He smiled. He had done everything on the list! Well, he hadn’t graded the papers, but he would do it tonight. Either that or he’ll have to do them tomorrow. He looked down at the table also next to the door, and grabbed the keys to his house. He opened the door and walked through. While holding the stuffed animal in one arm, he locked the front door and placed the keys in his jean pocket. He turned around, and sighed happily. It was such a lovely day today. Perhaps he would find someone to talk to. That was always nice. He walked down the steps going from his house, and started to walk towards the town. He began to hum to himself contently.
He hopped out of his bed, and sleepily rubbed his eyes with his long pajama sleeve. He walked over towards the closet, and peered at the sticky note on the door. Oops. He had moved the towels into the bathroom, since he had often forgot to grab a towel when they were in the closet. He opened the closet anyways since he needed to grab some clothes. He looked over the hanging clothes, and took out a pair of worn jeans and a baggy sweatshirt. He started to walk towards the bathroom when he paused and looked at his wardrobe next to the door. He peered at the mirror at his own reflection, and saw another note. Oh. Underwear and socks. He opened a drawer and grabbed a pair of underwear and a pair of socks. He wasn’t always forgetful of what to wear, but there were some days he accidentally walked out without wearing socks, shoes, and/or underwear.
Finally grabbing everything he thought he needed, he started to walk towards the bathroom. He got to the door, and peered at the note. He nodded. Today he remembered he needed to brush his teeth after he got dressed. He opened the door and walked in.
After he was done with his shower (after glancing at a note to see if he had washed all the parts he needed to wash), he went over to the sink and brushed his teeth. He then walked out and went to the kitchen. He grabbed a kettle, poured some water into it, and started to boil it while he went searching for something to eat. He saw a sticky note on the refrigerator door. Grocery shopping was tomorrow, so he probably did not have much left to eat. He didn’t often get enough food to last him more than a week since he would have most likely forgotten about the food (he had occurrences where he had to throw away rotting food due to his forgetfulness). He opened the door anyways and peered inside. Ah, an apple. That would suffice. He grabbed it, and happily walked back over to the kettle since it started to screech. He placed the apple next to the stove. He took it off the stove and set it aside. He then peered at a cabinet nearby to see where he had left the tea bags, but then he remembered. The top right one; he remembered since he had to each a little to open the cabinet despite his somewhat tall height. He grabbed the tea bag box, and peered at it. Ah, yes, apple. That would do. He grabbed a bag, and put the box back (something he sometimes forgets to do and then he panics since he can’t find where he had put the box). He walked to another cabinet, grabbed a mug, and then went back to the kettle. He took the kettle and poured the boiling water into the mug. He then placed the bag into the mug, put the kettle onto the cool side of the stove, and reached for the apple. He then walked to the small table in the same room, and sat down. He placed the mug down, and took a bite out of his apple. He went to grab his mug when he saw another note. It only said a name. John.
“Blimey! John!” He exclaimed, and he placed the apple down. He stood up, and rushed back to his bedroom. He looked around, and then peered at the bed. The bed was pretty big, and so Brenden only slept on one side. Resting peacefully on the other side’s pillows was a small brown stuffed animal. It looked like a cat with blue button eyes. There was a few patches on its body, showing it needed to be fixed many times. He smiled, walked over, and gently picked the stuffed animal. “There you are, John. I nearly started to eat breakfast without you.” Holding the cat in his arms, he walked back to the kitchen. He placed the stuffed animal on the table and leaning against a pulled in chair. He patted the cat on the head, and walked back to his seat. He sat down, grabbed his mug, and tookma sip from it. He smiled, and gestured with the mug to the stuffed animal, “I chose apple today. I’m also eating one, so they match.” His accent was showing through, but he did not care. He continued to speak to the stuffed animal, “There’s no lessons today, so perhaps you and I could go and bumble about the park? It’s such a lovely day today.” He nodded at the cat. “Then, maybe we can go grab some coffee or cuppa at the Eagle Point? We can settle the day by grading papers and watching Auntie Beeb. Doesn’t that sound splendid?” He smiled at the cat, and nodded. “We’ll head out once I finish this nosh.” He continued to eat while conversing with the stuffed animal. He sometimes spoke awkwardly, and it did not help that some Americans had no clue what he was talking about since he used British terms for things (since he was, well, British). However, the stuffed animal did not judge him, and Brenden was happy about that.
After he finished the tea and apple he put the tea bag and apple into the trash while putting the mug into the sink (after reading a note; he sometimes threw the trash into the sink and put the dishes into the trash). He gently picked up the cat, and held it in his arms. He walked towards the front door, and stopped. He peered at a piece of paper taped next to the door, and mentally went over what he had done to get ready in the morning. He smiled. He had done everything on the list! Well, he hadn’t graded the papers, but he would do it tonight. Either that or he’ll have to do them tomorrow. He looked down at the table also next to the door, and grabbed the keys to his house. He opened the door and walked through. While holding the stuffed animal in one arm, he locked the front door and placed the keys in his jean pocket. He turned around, and sighed happily. It was such a lovely day today. Perhaps he would find someone to talk to. That was always nice. He walked down the steps going from his house, and started to walk towards the town. He began to hum to himself contently.
We can’t wait to get to know you and Brenden. Again, welcome to All Too Well.